Manic Mirrors

by Maple Tree   Sep 14, 2017


What do you see, beyond the cracks of a broken mirror?

All I see is the memories
destroying my inner child,
rust covered tears -
the ones I held back;

A girl screaming, while her
friends continue to slam cheap beer
and strawberry wine,
I smell the eighties while
having visions of a lit ciggarette
mating with aqua net hairspray.

They didn't know what journey
I was facing, still face to this day,
mossy covered delusions of who
people wanted me to be.

My mirrors will always
bare cracks because my
soul was severed into
fifteen lives or more.

I've kissed death a few times
but here I stand, looking into
the manic mirror, and all of
my perfect imperfections.

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  • 7 years ago

    by Em

    This is extremely raw and honest and as always resonates with me a lot

  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    I only look at the mirror when I comb my hair, I don't really like spending much time looking at my reflection...because I will only see my imperfections, hehe. What a very deep piece that speaks volumes of emotions...greatly penned, Ms. Andi.

  • 7 years ago

    by Lucifer

    But there are no imperfections in this poem. Truly deserves a win

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    Maple, I myself do the upmost to never view my reflection anywhere; I know I will not like what I see.
    Take care and all the best,
    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by Dagmar Wilson

    Every time I look in the mirror I see s reflection of my life and some are far from being pleasant. If only we could tell at times what all others have been through but the mirror don't lie. Tale care

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